Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.